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GEORGE GREY BALLARD, JR. 



Laefus sorU sua. 



*' Tis not to fancy what were fair in life 
Provided it could be, — ^but, finding first 
What may be, then find how to make it fair 
Up to our means." 






A MEMORY 

(Trom The Hobart Herald, April, iSg6) 

In one bright line of gleaming white 
The meteor flashes through the skies, 

A moment banishing the night, 
Ere in the distant dark it dies. 

So radiance clean in one pure soul 
Amidst our night of sin and wrong, 

Though brief the gaining of its goal, 
Our hearts, in passing, fills with song ! 

G. G. B., Jr., '98. 



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GEORGE GREY BALLARD, JUNIOR 

George Grey Ballard, Jtinior, Chaplain of 
Hobart College and Instructor in History at 
Hobart College and William Smith College, died 
at eleven o'clock on Tuesday night, January 28, 
1913, at the Chaplain's House. The immediate 
cause of his death was heart failure brought on by 
an attack of grippe. Mr. Ballard had preached as 
usual in the college chapel on Sunday evening, 
January 19, and conducted chapel services at 
William Smith College on the following Monday 
morning, the day on which he was taken ill. His 
death occurred on the eve of the festivities of 
Junior Week, which were of course omitted. 

The fvineral service took place at three o'clock 
on Friday, January 31, in St. John's Chapel, and 
was conducted by the Rev. L. C. Stewardson, 
former President of Hobart College, assisted by 
the Right Rev. W. D. Walker, Bishop of Western 
New York. Other clerg3mien in the chancel were 
Rev. C. M. Sills of Trinity Church, Geneva; Rev. 
J. B. Hubbs of St. Peter's Church, Geneva; Rev. 
T. B. Berry, Warden of the De Lancey Divinity 
School, Geneva; Rev. Cameron Davis of Trinity 
Church, Buffalo; Rev. R. W. Stanton of St, 
Mark's Chvirch, Buffalo; Rev. Malcolm Johnston 
of Christ Church, Coming. The Hobart College 
Glee Club occupied the choir seats, and the chapel 

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was crowded with undergraduates of both col- 
leges, members of the Faculty and of the Board of 
Trustees, and by many friends both from Geneva 
and from out of town. The casket was placed in 
the central aisle, before the chancel, and was 
covered with wreaths and flowers, as was also the 
chancel. A large mass of pink and white roses, 
the gift of the college body, covered the altar. 
The hymns sung were two of Mr. Ballard's 
favorites, **I heard the sound of voices," and '*The 
Son of God goes forth to war."* The Glee Club 
also sang the Burial Chant. 

After the service, the interment was made in 
Glenwood Cemetery. Students, facility, and 
trustees escorted the body to the cemetery, where 
the service of interment was read by Dr. Steward- 
son and Bishop Walker. 



George Grey Ballard, Junior, was born at 
Ballina, Ireland, on March 31, 1876. His father, 
after holding parishes in the Church of England 
and the Church of Ireland, moved to St. Thomas, 
Canada, where he was Rector of Trinity Church 
from 1878 to 1885; he was Rector of St. John's 
Church, Buffalo, from 1885 to 1906; and in the 
public schools of St. Thomas and Buffalo George 
Ballard received his early education. He entered 
Hobart College in the fall of 1894. During his 
Freshman and Sophomore years he roomed in 
Trinity Hall, then a dormitory; during his last 

♦ The same hymnt were txmg at the memorial service in Lexingtoa, 
Mags. 



two years he lived at the Kappa Alpha Lodge. 
He was a member of the Kappa Alpha Society, of 
the Hobart Debating Union, St. John's Guild, St. 
Andrew's Brotherhood, the White Cross League, 
and the Postulants' Critique; he was Historian of 
his class, 'Taddle Orator," and Editor-in-chief of 
his class annual, **The Echo of the Seneca," and 
he was a frequent contributor to the class annuals 
as well as to The Hobart Herald. He served on the 
editorial staff of the Herald in 1897-8; and at his 
Commencement he won the White Rhetorical 
Prize for an original oration. 
A college friend writes of him: 

"Mastering his daily recitations all too easily, he had 
ample time to enjoy the pleasures of college life to their 
fullest. Society, in the commonly accepted meaning of 
that term, he cared nothing for; indeed, he even shunned 
it ; but of genial company he was always a welcome mem- 
ber. His college life at Hobart was one long joy, a joy in 
its surroundings, a joy in its enduring friendships, a joy 
in its memories; and Geneva was probably the one place 
in which Mr. Ballard most cared to live. It is eminently 
fitting that he should take the long sleep on the banks of 
the Seneca, amid the familiar scenes he loved so well." 

Mr. Ballard graduated at Hobart College in 
1898 with the degree of Bachelor of Arts. He 
then entered the General Theological Seminary 
in New York, but within a few days was taken to 
St. Luke's Hospital, where he spent many weeks 
of serious illness, from the effects of which he 
suffered for the rest of his life. He continued his 
theological studies at his home in Buffalo, with his 
father, who was a member of the faculty of the 

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DeLancey Divinity School of Geneva; and later 
at Trinity College, Toronto, where he received the 
degree of Master of Arts in 1900. He was 
ordained Deacon in 1902, and Priest in 1903, at 
Trinity Church, Buffalo. From 1902 to 1904 he 
served as Minister-in-charge of the Church of the 
Redeemer at Addison, N. Y.; the following year 
as Assistant Minister at Trinity Church, Buffalo ; 
and from 1905 to 1908 as Rector of Trinity Church 
Fredonia, N. Y. His successor in this parish, the 
Rev. William DeLancey Benton, in a sermon 
preached in Trinity Church, Fredonia, on Feb- 
ruary 2, 1 9 13, paid him the following tribute: 

It was not my privilege personally to know Mr. Ballard, 
but from those who did know him, and know him well, I 
hear only words of commendation. He was a man of 
inward power and of inward vision. He was never swayed 
by prejudice, nor bound by needless conventions. He had 
essentially what Pope called "the hand unstained, the 
uncorrupted heart." His too was a profound love of the 
truth and an earnest and reverent seeking after it. He 
was moreover a man of high ideals, of generous impulses, 
and above all of absolute sincerity. He was a Christian 
of entire and never doubting faith, a pastor of unceasing 
activity in ministering to the poor, the suffering, and the 
afflicted, a preacher ever mindful of his divine mission, yet 
with large charity for Christians of differing opinions. 

The Opportunity which came to him in 1908 for 
work and growth in the liberal air of Massachu- 
setts, in the very shadow of Harvard University, 
appealed very strongly to Mr. Ballard, and he 
spent three very happy and fruitful years, from 
1908 to 191 1, in the historic village of Lexington, 

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as Rector of the Church of Our Redeemer. He 
was a member of the Harvard Summer School of 
Theology in 1908, a graduate student at Har^'-ard 
University in 1908-09, and a graduate student in 
the Episcopal Theological School at Cambridge in 
1909-10. His devoted work in the little parish at 
Lexington has an enduring memorial in the parish- 
house which he built and which has now been 
dedicated to his memory. Outside of his parish, 
as well, his quiet influence was felt throughout 
that conservative community, and his service as 
President of the Associated Charities of the town 
and on the Board of Trustees of the village library 
was of the same high quality. The impression 
that George Grey Ballard made upon Lexington 
in his short ministry there may best be suggested 
by brief extracts from two addresses made at a 
memorial service held at the Church of Our 
Redeemer on the afternoon of Sunday, February 
16, 1913. 

[Extract from the memorial sermon preached at the Church 
of Our Redeemer, Lexington, Mass., by the Rev. Laurens Mac- 
Lure, Hobart, '81, Rector of Grace Church, Newton, Mass., 
February 16, IQ13:] 

George Grey Ballard was one of the great men of mj 
acquaintance. I wish that some one who had known him 
long and intimately from boyhood might have stood in my 
place to speak to you today. I met him only when he 
came to Lexington. His name was known to me. We had 
gone to the same splendid small college; we had belonged 
to the same Fraternity there that sets such high and beau- 
tiful ideals before young men in their college days. 

George Grey Ballard was a man of noblest ideals; 
enthusiastic in the service of them. It is a great thing to 



have had in your community such a man. Frail of body, 
he wore himself out here, and after he left you to go to 
serve the boys of his beloved college as college chaplain 
and pastor, in trying to be true to his Christian ideals. 
Yet here, and there, he made an impression which, I think, 
cannot hut last. Like the perfume of some old-time rose- 
garden, into which we were led in childhood, and which is 
recalled to our memory now and again by some sweet and 
dainty odor, so that we seem to walk in it again, thus the 
fragrance of his life and example will remain with you 
people of Lexington, to be recalled by sacred suggestion — 
in the deed of service and in the thought of a sermon — in 
the word he spoke when he sat with you in the library, or 
the den, or on the piazza. . . . 

George Ballard was a man liberally endowed by nature 
with mental gifts. . . . You know how he loved his 
Master and His Church. You know how honestly and 
zealously he preached the Gospel. He preached fearlessly, 
faithfully, clearly. He had a rich poetic vein of imagery 
at times. His honest soul abhorred anything like "cant." 
He had no goody-goody talk. He would speak to a family 
in affliction, or a friend in trouble, in the unpretentious 
language of a friend. He was a friend. It was not so 
much what he said as the way he said it that marked him in 
his pastoral relations to his people. He loathed a fussy 
and unreal demonstration of religious feeling. He was 
fond of young people, and had their welfare at heart. 
Nothing hurt his warm heart more than to see a young 
man or young woman slipping away into mere worldliness. 



[Extract from an address made by the Rev. John Mills 
Wilson f Minister of the First Parish, Lexington, Mass., in 
the Church of Our Redeemer, Lexington, February 17, ipij:] 

I am here this afternoon on behalf of those friends of Mr. 
Ballard outside his own church fellowship, who wish to 
bear witness to the worth of his life. For his influence was 
not confined to his church communicants and attendants 
but made itself felt in broad and kindly relationships with 
many others. It was comparatively easy to know George 
Grey Ballard, for he had no concealments and no guile. 
And I can recall that almost from my first intercourse with 
him he seemed to be a friend to be wholly trusted, open, 
frank, genial, and sincere. . . 

In mind and imagination our friend was strong, clear, 
and well-disciplined. His intellect had a direct, searching, 
power of discriminating wisely in the discussion of subjects 
of literature, history, and human character, which made 
his statements clear and forceful. . . To hear his voice 
grow vibrant with deep feeling was a disclosure of the inner 
wealth of his religious life. He was a man of God, calling 
men to realize themselves in their spiritual powers and 
possibilities, to lift life and work up to a consecrated service 
of God and man. This surely was his own ideal of life. 

He was saintly in the full abandon of his nature to his 
work. In diligence and efficiency he was constantly a 
rebuke to me, that he had such a mastery of self, that pain ■■ 
or weakness were as nothing to the duty to be done. If all 
men in this community were to give themselves to their, 
obligations and opportiuiities of helpfulness, as Mr. Ballard 
did, the standard of life here would be raised and much 
good for the kingdom of righteousness would be accom- 
plished. In his weakness, he was stronger than the strongs 
because his purpose was so pure and devout and imselfish, 
that he drew deeply from the sources of divine power, and , 
fought as God's champion and man's helper, inspired by 
the spirit of Jesus Christ. To wish that he might have lived 
a decade or a score of years longer to fulfil himself in larger 
ways is now vain. Rather let us rejoice that these last 



years have been filled with a great joy, a two-fold joy. 
There was the joy of going back to his college as chaplain 
and teacher, to make himself a part of its best life, to inform 
minds, and strengthen wills, and kindle young imaginations 
with worthy ideals and visions of life. He loved yoimg 
men peculiarly and could win them by his manly nature 
and complete S3mipathy. This was a promotion that 
delighted and expanded him and which he had justly won 
for himself. And he gained also the joy of love, companion- 
ship intimate, beautiful, the fitting comrade for his life. 
. . . So there was after all a completeness in his brief 
life. He did good work for God and man, he was God's 
athlete, I may say, in his splendid self-mastery, in his 
progress towards greater usefulness and efficiency in his 
chosen work. He was happy also in geniality of his nature 
and his delight in his work, happy in marriage, and now 
happy in a triumphant renewal of life above. 

In June, 191 1, Mr. Ballard was married to Miss 
Theodora Robinson of Lexington, who, with an 
infant daughter, survives him. 

In 191 1 came the call from his Alma Mater to 
the post of Chaplain, left vacant a year before by 
the resignation of the Rev. Prof. J. A. Leighton, 
Ph.D., now head of the Department of Philosophy 
at the Ohio State University. This call Mr. 
Ballard obeyed with enthusiasm and joy, and he 
threw himself into his work at Geneva with a quiet 
ardor and a self-sacrificing devotion that soon 
won for him the respect and affection of the entire 
student body, of his colleagues on the faculty, and 
indeed of the commtinity at large. As a Hobart 
man he had peculiar S3nnpathy with Hobart 
students, to all alike he was a "big brother'* and 
father confessor, and all were alike at home in the 

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Chaplain's house, that charming home which his 
devoted wife helped equally to make attractive 
and hospitable. As a preacher he was thoughtful 
and original, forceful and stimulating; he could 
both speak from the heart and strike from the 
shoulder. His earnest and helpful words have 
done much to raise the ideals and improve the 
standards of this little college community. As 
a man, however, his influence will be longest felt; 
for no one can ever forget the spectacle of this frail, 
heroic man going about his daily work in absolute 
self-forgetfulness and in a joyous devotion to 
duty, with the joy of the work shining in his face, 
with a cheering word for everybody, with an Irish 
warmth of heart and Irish humor to brighten 
every situation. 

He was happier in his work here than he had 
ever been in his life: and much as we grieve for 
his loss we may rejoice that his brief service with 
us was such a joy to him, and that in his chap- 
laincy of only one year and a half he has 
nevertheless made for himself at Hobart a secure 
and lasting place; such service as his isendtiring 
and unceasingly fruitful for good. That service 
has been well described by the college friend 
already quoted: 

In Christianity Mr. Ballard found "the greatest thing in 
the worid'* — an idealism toward which humanity con- 
stantly struggles, sufficient in itself to light a broad path 
through the worid, and a beautiful beacon of hope to guide 
into immortal life. He considered its best manifestation 
in this world a broad himianitarianism. As he believed, so 

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he lived. Running the whole gamut of human experience 
himself — pleasure, pain, hope, despair, the greatest sorrow 
and the keenest joy, — he met them all with a serene cour- 
age and a cheerful countenance, performing his daily duties 
with joy and gladness, meeting the world as a friend and 
helper, and going down into the Valley of the Shadow of 
Death and out through its gates into the Great Dawn with- 
out protest, without complaint, without fear. Truly, the 
best evidence of Christianity is to be f oimd in the Christian 
life! 

As a preacher Mr. Ballard w^as almost an orator; gifted 
with a clear, ringing voice, he accompUshed the difficult 
task of being eloquent when reading from manuscript. 
His sermons were his experiences, or shrewd observations 
upon life coupled with a profound knowledge of history, 
and written in a finished literary style. Although a master 
of modem criticism, that found but Httle place in his 
sermons; but, like all true scholars, he recognized clearly 
that tradition has no jurisdiction in the realms of history. 

As chaplain, Mr. Ballard endeavored to be philosopher, 
guide and friend to a lot of boys released from an immediate 
parental control, some of whom had not yet fully digested 
the fact that the basis of true manliness is self-control. 
Most of all by example and personal interest in their affairs 
he endeavored to influence his students to proper lives. 

One of the last acts of Mr. Ballard's life was to call the 
attention of the trustees to the incomplete lives of many 
of the students. Having enjoyed during his own college 
life all the advantages that Hobart affords, he quickly 
reahzed in the performance of his official duties that many 
of these advantages were withheld from a large percentage 
of the students. His suggestion was to make Hobart not 
less an educational institution but more of a home for all 
the students. Possibly the Board of Trustees, in its 
wisdom, may see fit to create his suggestion into a reality— 
a sufficient and useful memorial to crown a useful life.* 



* A memorial fund has been started toward the erection of a Club 
House for the students of Hobart College. The treasurer is Professor 
W. P. Woodman. 

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MINUTE ADOPTED BY THE FACULTY OF 
HOBART COLLEGE, FEBRUARY 17, 1913 

In the death of George Grey Ballard, Junior, 
every member of the Faculty of Hobart College 
feels that he has lost not merely a valued colleague 
but also a beloved friend. Brief as his service was 
among us, we had all come to recognize the 
quality of the man, his utter forgetfulness of self 
and utter devotion to duty, his modesty and good 
judgment, his cheerfulness and courage and 
enthusiasm, his abounding joy in his work, his 
intellectual breadth and spiritual insight. We are 
the better for having known him, and his place 
among us can never be filled. His quiet, perva- 
sive influence made itself felt in all the life of the 
college, in a noticeable raising of the tone of the 
student community, and was not confined to the 
class-room nor to the chapel, where his sympa- 
thetic reading and his earnest and thoughtful 
preaching were an inspiration to all his hearers. 
A year and a half seems a pathetically short term 
of service, but in his life we feel no incompleteness, 
so high and worthy was its achievement — greater 
far than that of most men of stronger frames and 
longer lives — a work well done that will not be 
left unfinished, an abiding influence for good in the 
College that he loved. 



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IN HOBART COLLEGE CHAPEL 

January 31, 1913 
(From The Hobart Herald, February 17, 1913.) 

Here in the chapel he loved, 

Where he lies serenely at rest 

With the peace of God in his face, — 

Here in the chapel that late 

Echoed the earnest tones 

Of his voice that forever is stilled, — 

Here in the chapel he loved, 

With those whom he loved and served 

We kneel with heads bowed low, 

With hearts bowed low in the dust, 

And pray Thee, Father of men. 

Pity the men Thou hast made. 

Feeble, ephemeral things 

That crawl on the earth and die, — 

Die, and leave not a trace 

Of themselves in the living world, — 

Die, and send not a sign 

Of themselves from the world of the dead. 

And the stream of life flows on 

Forever into the grave. 

That vast, unfathomed abyss; 

Thou knowest. Thou only, its goal. 

We who are gathered here, 

Here in the chapel he loved, 

To utter a last farewell 

To him whose spirit has fied. 

Naught can we know, but we trust, 

With faith that is clearer than sight 

And surer than knowledge, we trust 

Thee, in Whose hands are the worlds, — 

Myriads that shine on our night, 

Myriads our eyes never see, 

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Myriads our thought cannot grasp, — 
Thee we trust, Who hast made 
Man and the myriad worids; 
And to Thy care we commend 
The spirit that hence has fled. 
The spirit strong that has fled 
From the feeble frame which we now, 
We now commit to its kindred dust. 

Strong was his spirit and brave, 
Not kindred, that, to the dust, 
But ever aspiring up. 
Up to the source of life. 
Life that in all life lives. 
Life that in no death dies, 
Life that forever endures; — 
That was its source and its goal. 

So from the feeble frame 
(Tomb of a deathless soul) 
Which we commit to the tomb. 
Commit to its kindred dust. 
The strong, brave spirit is freed 
As a captive from prison is freed. 
And goes rejoicing its way. 
Its way that we cannot know, 
But Thou, our Father, dost know. 

Here on the earth, here too. 

Rejoicing he went on his way 

Among us, the spirit strong, 

The heroic, resolute soul. 

Sustaining the feeble frame, 

Shining through film of flesh 

As the flame through a lantern shines, 

Burning like altar fire 

That upward quivers and yearns, 

Up to the kindred, kindling sun. 

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Such was his spirit; we saw 
Its Ught in his eyes, and we felt 
Its warmth in the words that sprang 
In cheerful, resonant tones 
From his lips, and from that warm heart 
Whose beating forever is stilled. 
Stilled are the tones of his voice, 
But its echoes ring in our ears, 
Earnest, manly, sincere. 
Cheering the sad of heart. 
Strengthening the weak of will. 
Uplifting and helping us all. 

So he went on his way in our midst, 

On his daily duties intent, 

With never a thought of self. 

With never a murmur or plaint 

For the feeble, suffering frame, 

But ever a thought and a word 

Of help and ch^er for the rest. 

Rejoicing he went on his way. 

Rejoicing with joy in the work. 

With a joy that shone in his face, 

A light that brightened our lives. 

Dimmed is the light in his eyes, 

But the light of his spirit lives 

Undimmed in our spirits, and lives 

With the souls of the righteous and wise, 

Helpers and teachers of men, 

Those deathless spirits who shine 

As the light of the firmanent shines, 

As the stars, forever and evermore. 

Here in the chapel he loved, 
Where he lies serenely at rest, 
Kneeling with heads bowed low. 
With hearts bowed low in the dust, 
We utter a last farewell, 

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Farewell and hail to the soul, 

The eager, heroic soul. 

That hast burst its bondage of clay 

And soared away from our ken, 

Away on its pilgrimage new, 

Its high, adventurous path 

Of duty and tireless quest 

And joyous service, that leads 

Upward ever, and on, 

Upward and ''on to the City of God.' 



H. H. Y. 



THE REV. GEORGE GREY BALLARD, JR. 

(From The Hobart Herald, February 17, 1913.) 

Brave Spirit, thou dost live! These idle tears 

Are naught, nor may dull sorrow long endure. 

Thou hast not left us! Thy serene and pure 

Immortal presence through Time's darkening years — 

As yon white star at even-tide appears — 

WiU gleam forever calm, steadfast and sure. 

Thou livest! Yet thy life is more secure 

Freed from these trembling hopes and human fears. 

O how we loved thee! Ay, and we love still 

Thy gentle soul, that in its house of clay 

Saw far beyond this mortal vale until 

We were by thee inspired to wend our way 

Unto the Christ-Child, as long, long ago 

Three wise men sought Him through a Star's pale glow. 

K. C. H., '16. 



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EXTRACT FROM A SERMON PREACHED IN 
HOBART COLLEGE CHAPEL 

(By Rev. G. G. Ballard. Jr.) 

Dreams, speaking widely, are among the world's greatest 
assets. Perhaps that is one reason why we possess so 
many of them, whether we look back to the myths of 
ancient civilizations, or whether we listen to Christian 
civilization today and hear it pray "Thy Kingdom come." 
But dreams and ideals vary much in value. Many hang 
in mid air, inaccessible to those who would climb. They 
are visionary and impossible. There are those who in the 
midst of life dream dreams that cannot or do not result in 
action, in improvement: dreams that have to do with the 
irrevocable, if perfect past — with the remote, if perfect, 
future. The ladder is not planted on the ground. Many 
men today think that they would be happy if they could 
change their circumstances, if they could alter the nature 
of their work, if they were provided with better tools. 
True idealism is not this. 

" 'Tis not to fancy what were fair in life 
Provided it could be — but, finding first 
What may be, then find how to make it fair 
Up to our means." 
Such procedure results not only in the improvement of the 
world so far as may be expected of us considering the tools 
we possess. It results also in the development of a man- 
hood in ourselves forged out of the very difficulties of our 
position, which we would very likely miss were our circum- 
stances of our own choosing. . . 

The college student occupies a place which is rightly 
looked upon as in the highest degree ideal. It is not only 
that he is, as a rule, enjoying temporary relief from the 
necessity of self-support and many other responsibilities 

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which must be met by others not so fortunately situated — 
responsibilities toward family and employer and com- 
mtmity which call for self -limitation and self-denial. It is 
because practically the whole of the work he is doing is 
being done in close contact with the world's greatest 
treasures and highest values. It Hes amidst the world's 
martyrdoms and glories. Whether he studies literature or 
science or history or philosophy, he dwells in an atmosphere 
where the attentive mind can scarcely escape visions and 
ideals. This is his privilege and his opportimity: — to 
work not under the spur of a narrow academic ambition, 
not for the acquisition of a piece of parchment inscribed in 
an unknown tongue, not for the sake of the empty reputa- 
tion of having been at college, but for the sake of broaden- 
ing and deepening and heightening the human spirit which 
dwells within him; for the sake of nourishing it with the 
great truths of life whose knowledge and practice are 
indispensable to the fulness of manhood, truths in many 
cases made sacred by the lives which gave themselves to 
get them ; for the sake of a better knowledge of the develop- 
ment of the race of which he is a member, a development 
filled with pathos and tragedy and inspiration; for the 
sake of a better knowledge of those great characters who 
have given to humanity the value it possesses for us today; 
for the sake of realizing in some sense the physical immen- 
sity of this universe of which man forms the crowning part, 
that he may perchance gain some vision of the potential 
and reasonable moral greatness of him who ventures to 
turn its resources to his needs. Whether the college 
student takes it or not, this is his opportunity — his ladder 
set on the earth, of sane, exalted, practical ideaUsm. 

This is the lot of every college student in every college. 
There are reasons why in our own little college,— and may 
its smallness always indicate profit rather than loss, — 
that privilege should appear greater rather than less. 
Because of the students' closer connection with the faculty, 
because of your more intimate relations with one another, 
your greater opportunity of appreciating and appraising 

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different kinds of character, because of your undoubtedly- 
larger participation in college affairs, demanding some 
measure of ability and responsibility, you should go out 
from us far riper in your knowledge of human nature, far 
more influenced in your respect for human greatness and 
human glory, than from many a larger institution which 
cannot or at least does not give its students what you here 
may receive. 

And when we turn and look at the treatment which 
educational institutions receive from the people of this 
country, it is not difficult to see that she expects you, her 
sons, to take to the full your privilege, to shoulder your 
responsibility. To what end, everywhere, are taxes 
remitted by the community with the result that your 
education may cost you less? What prompts the giving 
by private persons of innumerable scholarships? Not, I 
feel reasonably sure, that there may be merely more men of 
knowledge in the land; more selfish men, better equipped 
to wrest from the country power and glory for themselves ; 
more agitators to decry her institutions; more and better 
trained villains to evade her laws. This is hardly why she 
so carefully nourishes her educational institutions — but 
rather that she may acquire a larger number of men who 
are better men; who are unselfish men and morally en- 
lightened; who will take that which she has so largely 
made possible for them, and use it in supplying the needs 
of those who have not been able to take advantage of her 
kindness; that she may have in the truest sense of the 
words — priests — priests of knowledge — priests of truth — 
priests of manhood — priests of God, who standing between 
the illimitable riches, physical, intellectual, spiritual, which 
she has given them, and the great masses of their fellow 
countrymen, will give themselves large-heartedly, and with 
splendid unselfishness, to their needs. 



A PRAYER 

(Written by Mr. Ballard in June, iqo6, for the Commencement exercises 
of the State Normal School at Fredonia, N. Y., and used by him at Hobart 
College Commencement in igi2.) 

O Holy Father, Who at the Baptism of Thy strong, pure 
Son didst manifest Thy presence by a voice from Heaven, 
be with us here today — especially with those who are about 
to leave this College, ready for service among men. 

Grant that they may meet life with strength and stead- 
fastness; that they may endure hardness cheerfully and 
success soberly; that they may be impatient of ignorance 
in themselves but scornful of no honest endeavor or achieve- 
ment however small. 

Grant them conviction of the beauty and sacredness of 
all truth, and vision clear enough to see within it Thee from 
Whom all truth proceeds. 

Lift up their hearts above unworthy desires and false 
ideals. From selfish and mercenary service, from empti- 
ness of soul, from envy, hatred and malice, from ungenerous 
judgment of others and too tolerant judgment of them- 
selves, deliver them, good Lord. 

Implant in their hearts high appreciation of themselves 
and of all men, as made in Thy Hkeness. Grant them more 
of zeal to follow goodness than to lament evil, and may Thy 
Holy Spirit move them more and more to the attainment 
of all virtues which abide in Thee and glorify Thy servants. 

Give to them a reverent sense of their indebtedness to 
the past and of their responsibilities to the present, that as 
they have freely received they may be stirred freely to give. 
Teach them the joy of service. Increase their faith, con- 
firm their hope, quicken their charity; and to those who 
shall have nobly striven to acquit themselves after the 
manner and in the spirit of Thy Son, grant at last, O Lord, 
Thy light perpetual and Thy peace. All of which we ask 
for Jesus Christ's sake, our Lord. Amen. 

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L'ENVOI 

(From The Echo of the Class of 1896, April 1895) 

Farewell, dear classmates, if again to meet 
Upon life's roadway, where, with careless feet, 
The weary millions wend their way to rest, 
Be not our lot — Farewell ! But imdistressed 
Let us our way take through the shouldering 

throng. 
Trusting, in paths diverse, though toil be long, 
It yet shall end in gladsome evensong 
And rest unending; that at length shall join 
In closer friendship the Alumnus band 
In the great, dim Beyond, the Silent Land. 

G. G. B., Jr., '98. 



LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 



HOBART COLLEGE Bud!^^ ^ ^04 



Vol. XI 



APRIL, 1913 



Published by Hobart College, Geneva, N. Y. Issued quarterly. 
Entered October 28, 1902, at Geneva, N. Y., as second- 
class mail matter, under Act of Congress 
of July 16, 1894. 




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